Lyla

Hafsa’s words haunted me.

No matter how many times Rashid—and my friends—reassured me over dinner that night, I couldn’t help but let my mind repeat them over and over again.

‘Dubai will never accept you or your bastard’.

Over and over and over.

It was making me dizzy.

That night, as Rashid lay next to me with his arms wrapped around my waist and his lips ...